That’s a lazy label though. ‘Kettle sour’ in giant letters on a white background. They clearly banged their heads on the wall for quite some time making up this one. Really exhausted the ol’ creativity department. No matter, I love sours and Ravens Brewing, so I probably would have bought this no matter what the label said. It could’ve been ‘Puppies Blood’ Kennel Sour by Hitler Was Right Brewing and Guantanamo Torture Plan Brewpub, I still would’ve said: “Ooh! A sour! Nice!”.

Not sessionable, AT ALL.

Yes, I talk to myself in the beer section. It draws the workers over to me so I can beer chat. I’m so desperately lonely. They usually ask if I’m OK before calling the police and laying down on the floor next to me.

Bury me in the craft beer section.

The pour is a cloudy, sunny amber just a small amount of fizzy head that died down immediately to a very sparse collar.